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Post by Road on Jun 14, 2014 14:52:08 GMT -8
The Ardent-Class frigate "Baldrick I" drops out of hyperspace and enters Yaga Minor's orbit. Within the ship's bridge a crewman suddenly addresses his captain.
=Crewman=
"Captain Road, we've successfully dropped out of hyperspace and are currently in Yaga Minor's orbit! What are your orders, sir?"
From the captain's chair Road gave a confident smile and crossed his arms. "It's about time we got here, I was starting to go a little stir crazy. It's funny how hyperspace is supposed to get you to where you're going in a shorter amount of time, and yet it still seems to take forever", he thought as he began to address his crewmen.
"Very good! Maintain the ship's position until I give further orders."
With that the crewmen spoke in unison with a loud "YES SIR" before returning to their duties. Road simply put one leg over the other and began speaking to Twenty-Four.
"Well as you heard we're in Yaga Minor's orbit. Now where exactly do we go from here? I don't exactly remember getting precise details on this place's location."
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Post by Atia on Jun 15, 2014 8:20:40 GMT -8
24 stepped up beside Richter and looked over the Bridge. Silence, focus on the command crew. Good.
-24-
"The Shipyards. Get a scan on it, and then we will have to get to the command module on the northern tip, right there..."
She pointed at a tip on the shipyards on the holographically projected version of the planetary orbit.
-24-
"I was one of the girls trained in shipyard assault and sabotage, and we trained on this shipyard. Good times. But, we havent been here for years, since the Phoenix Imperium fell, so get ready for whatever that may happen. We need to get control over that module, military control, then send a diplomatic envoy to the government. I will have to go to the module, since I have the codes for the mainframe."
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Post by Road on Jun 15, 2014 22:31:12 GMT -8
Road gave a slight sigh. "A military operation? Fantastic, those are suuuper fun", the Echani thought as he rose from his seat. "Alright then, hopefully these guys will put up a little bit of a fight when we take this place. Wouldn't want things too easy." Road said, giving Twenty-Four a passing glance as he spoke. Now shifting his attention to the command crew, Road began barking orders.
"Alright, get us close enough to the Yaga Minor shipyards to get a scan on the place! Do your best to keep us out of weapons range as well, I don't want us getting blasted to pieces before this operation can even begin. Make it happen people!"
With that Road made his way over to the holo-projector currently displaying the layout of the facility. He took a few moments to study any and all important details about the place before turning to Twenty-Four.
"Okay, I'm thinking that we should have several landing crafts land at a few different locations within the shipyards, the troops aboard will strike hard and fast before the guard force know what hit them. They'll continue to put pressure on those locations, forcing the security to maintain focus solely on them, giving us easy access to where we need to go. On the other hand, if these guys just surrender it'll obviously make everything a lot easier, but I'm betting we shouldn't count on that."
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Post by Atia on Jun 18, 2014 16:40:18 GMT -8
-24-
"Sounds like a good plan. Will you be accompanying the..."
-Crewman-
"Sir! Incoming Message. It is in Yagai. Translation on your console. It is coming from the shipyard"
-Unknown Yagai-
Baldrick I You have been identified, leave eminently or be fired upon.
-Crewman 2-
"Sir, We are detecting energy fluctuations in two of the shipyard modules, it may be some kind of weapon. No shields have been raised."
-24-
"This means they have no power over the command module. The shield systems are calibrated to only be activated from the Command module. This way if the station gets occupied by enemy forces it would be easier to take it back. Or that was the thought."
-Crew-
"Sir, orders?"
The tension could be cut with a knife on the bridge. This crew had seen war before, but with commanders they trusted and were used to. Road was not that commander, yet.
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Post by Road on Jun 19, 2014 18:43:50 GMT -8
Road rubbed his chin as he thought. "Wonderful, this means we've totally lost the element of surprise.....not like we would've had it much longer anyway." These were the words running through the Echani's mind as he continued to look over the shipyard's holographic layout. After a few moments he straightened up and looked over the command crew.
"Contact them, find out as much as you can about these people, I want to know who we're up against. Try and keep these people stalled long enough for Twenty-Four and I to land in the shipyards. After that, launch all fighters and open fire on them. However, make sure to only target the facilities defense turrets...or whatever they're using, we need the place intact. Now, order all troops to the hangars, let's get the operation underway!"
Road turned back to the holoprojector and motioned for Twenty-Four to come closer. After a moment he began pointing to several different locations on the image displayed.
"Right then, we'll launch three landing ships to these locations: The eastern, southern, and western hangar bays. The western hangar seems to have the most direct route to the command module, so we'll send a landing craft accompanied by two starfighters there. This will make it seem like someone of importance is on board and should encourage them to focus their attention on that ship and route. Meanwhile, you and I will head for the southern hangar bay, while the third ship heads for the eastern bay. The plan is as before, the other landing parties will apply pressure in an attempt to draw troops away from the path we're taking."
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Post by Atia on Jun 26, 2014 5:44:17 GMT -8
-Crewman to Yaga Minor Shipyards-
"Yaga Minor Shipyards, this is Baldrick I, identify yourself and your intentions."
While getting an answer and translating, the rest of the crew sent down orders to mobilise after Roads orders.
-Crewman-
"Sir, troops and ships will be assembled for assault in three minutes."
Road got a list of ships and troops to his display. Five LAATs, One A5 Juggernought and 300 Gammorean Fighters (infantry), 4 Stealth X fighters. There was a contdown beside this list showing when they are ready.
The translations came in.
-Yaga Minor Shipyards-
This is the Soverign Yagai State of Yagai. Not slaves. Never again slaves. Baldrick I is warship of Phoenix Imperium slavers, you will leave or be destroyed by Soverign Yagai State Boom-Boom.
24 just stood, waited and observed, forming a report in her head based on Roads actions, and the outcomes.
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Post by Road on Jun 26, 2014 23:58:43 GMT -8
Road looked up from the holoprojector and gave the speaking crewman a nod after he finished. "Very good, I'll address them personally when I reach the hangar." He said firmly as he returned his attention to the display, quietly taking note of the ships being listed. After a few moments, the Echani turned and started making his way out of the room, heading toward the hangar bays. As he did so he couldn't help but think about the crew back on the bridge. It didn't take a psychic to feel the tension building up in that room.
If one had to take a guess, it was most likely due to the fact that they were now faced with a battle, taking orders from a stranger that they had only just met. "Understandable", he thought as he kept walking. He'd probably feel the same way if he was in their shoes. Hell, he had been in their shoes at one point, and that situation didn't turn out well at all. Before long, Road found himself entering the hangars, as he did so, the troops soon took notice and stood at attention.
As he made his way in, Road noticed the podium he had spoken at when he first boarded the Baldrick I. "My lucky day, it's still here", he thought as he made his way up to it. Not wasting any time, he addressed his new soldiers, speaking at length about the plan he had gone over with Twenty-Four. He made sure to specify who would make up the landing teams and just what their jobs would entail. After he finished speaking, Road made his way to one of the LAAT's and got on-board. Instead of sitting down, Road laid back against the ship's slanted back wall, quietly watching the pilots and soldiers scattering to their different stations as he waited for Twenty-Four.
"Well, if I die no one can say I lived a boring life", he said with a small chuckle.
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Post by Atia on Jun 28, 2014 17:56:40 GMT -8
-24-
"It wont be me. I will die just before you."
As they left the bridge, the second in command took Roads seat and barked orders about shields and combat readiness. As they got down, 24 added a utility belt to her other belt, lined with the usual and some energy packs for the E11, a couple grenades and one door breaching pack. Finally, she donned an oxigen tank on her back and a mask hooked to it.
-Bridge crewman on comms-
Sir, the Yagai are getting verbally hostile. Sensors have also identified the energy surges. Several jury rigged turbolaser turrets, about twenty. THey put it so they can protect the command module. There might be more weapons, but seeing their jury rigged status, they are hard to identify.
The LAAT they got into was already filled with Gammorean fighters. Large muscular pig men in heavy armour. Some with shields and hammers, some with heavy two handed maces, a couple with rocket launchers. 24 took place beside road and strapped herself in.
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Post by Road on Jul 3, 2014 0:32:12 GMT -8
"Well aren't we just a ball of sunshine?" The Echani asked with a sly smile. He then sat up from his rather relaxed position and gave a reply to the crewman on the comms.
Right, well I suppose there's no need to wait any longer is there? Launch all fighters, commence the assault!!
It wasn't much longer till the newly appointed captain's orders were repeated over the hangar's comms. In the blink of an eye all ships began lifting off and blasting out of the hangars. Before too much longer, the LAAT that Road and Twenty-Four were currently occupying followed suit. First sealing its doors and hatches, then lifting off, and finally blasting out of the hangar. Just before landing square on his backside from the ship's sudden increase in speed, Road grabbed the handrail attached to the ceiling.
"Alright-alright, this might just be fun if we survive long enough to land! Excited?" Road asked as he turned his attention to Twenty-Four.
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Post by Atia on Jul 4, 2014 6:20:41 GMT -8
-24-
"No."
The ship lifted, and they were off. There was nothing now but the humm of engines and the natural sounds of gammoreans (horking and honking). 24 continued.
-24-
"Exitement occurs when you face off a challenge you can fight, one your skills and talents will be tested."
Suddenly, explosions started to rock the ship, and flashes of light sipped trhough the tiny duraglass windows.
-24-
"We are in a metal coffin. If it goes down, we all die, no matter my training in protection or your knowledge of late Rhodian renescance music composers. This is not exitement, it is gambling. When the die is cast..."
The ship got hit, its shields took the strike, but it was a nasty shake, and some smoke started to sip into the passenger comparctment. A gammorean grabbed an estinglisher and started spraying at it, while others held him in one place.
-24-
"... your fate is already decided."
The co-pilot screamed down to the Captain.
-Co-pilot-
"Sir, Comms are down. We are alone."
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Post by Road on Jul 6, 2014 21:50:43 GMT -8
"Excitement can't be bound to one kind of experience. No, this IS excitement. Will we live, or will we die? My heart is pounding with excitement just thinking about it!" Road said as he struggled to maintain his balance under the heavy bombardment. He briefly turned his attention to Gammoreans who the two were currently sharing a ship with. It was hard to make out their exact body language in the darkness of the cabin, however Road couldn't help but feel that they were all scared out of their wits. "Understandable", he thought as he looked out of one of the small duraglass windows.
Twenty-Four had a point, at any moment now the ship could be shot down, and everyone inside would die, regardless of skill or knowledge. "Life itself is a gamble, we live our lives thinking that we're in total control of everything, when in reality we have no more control over things than you or I do over our current predicament. I learned this at a young age, it was taught to me through war and death. Anyway, if you can't derive excitement from a simple gamble such as this, than you'd might as well live your whole life in fear of that which is uncertain." Road shifted his glance to Twenty-Four and continued speaking.
"Are you afraid, Twenty-Four? I don't think you are, I can see you're stronger than that. Anyway, if you're going to be my bodyguard you're to need to be." Not waiting for his bodyguard's response, Road's head shot toward the direction of the cockpit. "That's fine, keep on our current course and try to evade enemy fire where you can. You and the pilot need to keep calm, if either of you panic then our deaths are almost certainly guaranteed."
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Post by Dar'Toral on May 8, 2015 23:55:51 GMT -8
Ubiqtorate
Stars...
The galaxy was approximately thirty seven thousand parsecs across and was composed of approximately four hundred billion stars. Of these four hundred billion, around one hundred and eighty billion had planets that could support life. Around eighteen billion would go on to do so, and about twenty million of those planets would birth life to meet the Imperial standard for sentience. These roughly twenty million sentient species between them would inhabit around one billion star systems.
Once, the Imperial truth was recognized by some one and a half million member and conquered worlds with around sixty nine million colonies and protectorates. His own home sector had flourished under the light of the empire. Had things always been perfect? Of course not, nothing ever was, but order and law were present and the greater good was being served. The loss of the empire had been a terrible blow to the galaxy, and the weak and fragmented remains were easy prey for the savagery of the Yuuzhan Vong.
Then, from the ashes of war after war, rose the Phoenix Imperium. Though a fraction of the size of the Old Empire at it's height, it had been an even greater example of the glory possible to those who follow the Imperial truth. Lord Regent Lyndruss had saw to the needs and security of his people, and the imperial light had once again begun to shine forth through the galaxy. They were reduced now, and the Lord Regent was missing and presumed dead. The Imperium had been weakened, severely so, but it was not terminal.
So long as Viktor Belisarius, Ordinator Master and now Lord Marshal of the Phoenix Imperium, drew breath, the Phoenix Imperium would remain bloodied, yet unbowed.
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Post by Gideon Raith on May 12, 2015 18:23:28 GMT -8
He had seen much throughout his life. The man had born witness to the birth of many great empires, and stood idly by as they crumbled around him. His feet had stormed across many alien worlds, all in the name of conquest and enlightenment. Yet, when the war had come to the world he had started to call home, things began to change. It had started out as peacefully as all cultural conversions do. Over time, the Imperial way of life began to fade, as those people that had called that world home, didn’t have something greater to believe in. They simply existed, and therefore had no aspirations of their own. Upon realizing this, they began to adopt a better lifestyle, one that they were told not to in order to keep true to the Imperial way. That was merely a prelude to the beginning of the end. What came next, only spiraled downwards from there. These people devolved in ways that no one could’ve foreseen. Everyone that had turned against the Imperial way of life, began clashing with those that had accepted this new culture as their own. First, it was harassment, then it became public shaming and fear mongering, and finally after those people refused to see the light of civilization the Imperium offered; Open conflict. The bodies began to pile up, and the count rose ever higher once the Military became involved.
That was when Gideon had been called into action, although he had begun sowing the seeds long before. He was an Imperial, born and bred. Seeing that others of his kind had taken a liking to their enemies way of life, caused something to snap within the man’s mind. It was the tiniest of fractures, yet the one with the most dire of consequences. He began to hate those that he had once called friends, and soon the hate became to grow and blossom among others loyal to the Imperialist cause. So when the military had been called in to quell the rising tides of violence, they acted with an iron fist. They smashed aside groups of separatists, gunning down those that sought to oppose the rightful Imperial rule. Armoured columns ran down those that stood in their way proclaiming peace, letting their anti gravitic plates pound their corpses into a crimson mist. For weeks on end, the violence escalated without an end in sight. Hundreds of protesters took to the streets, using the deeds of the Fourth Legion to damn the Empire as a whole. Many within the Military began to question the absolute authority of the law, and drifted into the marching ranks of the people wanting change.
Was it wrong to use their authority to restore order by any means? Perhaps, that may have been the case if the Empire still stood for all that was right and just in this galaxy. However, as it had been corrupted by the evil machinations of the Republic, such a thing as excessive force did not exist. All deeds done in the name of the Imperium were righteous and just in the pursuit of peace through war.“It was... right.” He said to the uncaring sentinels standing at the foot of his bunk. “They were traitors... to the Empire.” His voice was soft, and low. “Their deaths… were their own.” He spoke to these silent guardians, yet they remained as silent as the grave. “Ack.” He cursed. “To hell with you.”They were the ghosts of his own making. Personified from his feelings of guilt and doubt. Each were spun into forms he had known in their lives. The latter, had become akin to the best of his friends. Commodore Logan Aximand. Even through the shadows that clung to his breastplate and uniform, Gideon knew it was that man. He was a true Hero of the Empire. Against all odds, with aging vessels and a poorly devised defensive strategy, that man had won the day. He single handedly ended the Second Mandalorian Crusade, while the Colonel himself was stuck with his boots firmly attached to the ground. His glory had been denied, and some had believed him to be an envious bastard in the face of a Champion. They were wrong, of course, but as history would be written by those that remained, he doubted anyone other than himself would believe the truth when they saw the smoking crater within the man’s forehead.
The other that stood beside his friend, was a woman by the shape of her supple figure. The shadows danced along her form as she stood vigil, blending in with the ashen threads of her ruined tunic. In life, she was once the Governor of Bastion. Far from taking up the mantle of Moff, but none the less upon the path. That now nameless woman, had been the woman Gideon felt most fond of. Her death. That...
That he could not speak of. All the things he had done, of all the people he had killed. Her death, he regretted the most. If only she had not listened to the honeyed lies. If only…
It took the resonant chirp of his personal commlink to draw the man out of the depths of his misery. He rubbed his hands across his eyes and thumbed the device’s activation switch. A crackle of static echoed through the spartan quarters, reminding the Colonel how truly alone he was now in this unforgiving Galaxy.:: Gideon here. :: He said, trying not to look at the ashen revenant's at the foot of his bed.:: Sir. Sorry to disturb you, but the Captain wished to inform you of our immediate departure from Hyperspace, and invites you to join him on the bridge. ::A heavy silence blanketed his room.:: Sir? :: The voice had said again.A reedy sigh answered the discordant speaker. : : I’ll be there in a moment. Thank you. ::Severing the link and tossing the device at the shadows wrought into the figures from his past, Gideon roused himself to his feet and began dressing himself to look presentable. The Colonel had not shaved or cleansed himself of any vile substance for some time, and he grew disgusted with himself for letting it get this far. His eyes narrowed as he took the laser razor to his face and began carving away the scruff that had grown ever so attached to his flesh. Soon after the deed was done, the Colonel scoured his skin of the vile filth that had begun growing within every pore. The sonic shower had been refreshing, but the memories of what had clung to him would remain for the rest of his days. He adorned himself in the finery of an Imperial officer, although there were some variances within the dress code. Gideon refused to wear the small cap befitting his office, and instead wore something more ostentatious. It was high crested in comparison to his former hat, and had once belonged to the former Governor of Bastion. One of the few remaining pieces of her that remained after the bombardment started.
Now clad in the accoutrements of his office, along with the few treasures he had appropriated from the ruins of the city, Gideon marched through the beating mechanical heart of the corvette. After minutes of hearing nothing but the sound of his dusted boots kissing the deck, the Colonel had reached the bridge. With the telltale whoosh of greased pneumatics, the door parted and granted the man entry. It was there that he had seen the Captain, dressed in his finest uniform, standing beside the small tactical hololith with his hands locked behind his back.“Ah, Colonel. Glad you could join us.”Nothing but an audible grunt answered the Master of the Ark of Glory. Knowing what the man had gone through, and what he had endured, the Captain merely nodded and redirected his attentions back towards the shimmering display.
“We were just about to hail the system in the hopes of finding a friendly port. Shall I differ to your previous diplomatic experience, and let you open communications?”The Colonel shook his head, still refusing to speak.“Very well. Ensign Ellecon, begin transmission and open the line for any return communiques.”~ * ~ * ~ :: Yaga Minor OTC, this is the Ark of Glory, formerly of the Imperial Navy. We’re looking for a friendly port in which to make repairs. Remaining on station until a reply has been made. ::
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Post by Dar'Toral on May 12, 2015 20:36:58 GMT -8
A message from control came through to Viktor's desk. He was having a drink of Old Whyren's and smoking a cigar when he heard the chirp. Putting down the readiness reports he had been examining he keyed the message to play.
"This is Belisarius, what do you want control?"
The voice of a young woman came across the com, seeming nervous to be bothering the Lord Marshal.
Lord Marshal, forgive me, but we have a hail from a raider-class corvette, designation Ark of Glory. Claiming to be of the Imperial Navy. Designation matches no known Imperium vessel.
Viktor paused to consider, puffing the cigar and draining the small glass of whiskey.
"What is it they want?"
They seek a friendly port to make repairs.
Viktor contemplated his options for a moment. They were not of the Phoenix Imperium, however they had come to Yaga Minor likely for lack of anywhere else to go. Whatever Empire they served had clearly failed, else they would have gone to them. If these were true believers, they may be of use, and if they were not, well, it is cheaper to repair a ship than to build a new one.
He poured another glass and leaned back in his chair.
"Inform them that the Phoenix Imperium will gladly extend hospitality and aid in good faith. Inform them also that I will meet with their senior officers personally."
Yes, Lord Marshal.
He keyed another channel into the com and spoke when it was received.
"Captain Renault, send a platoon of Stormtroopers to greet the Ark of Glory and escort their senior officers to my offices."
I hear and obey, Lord Marshal.
Viktor turned around in his chair to stare out at the stars, awaiting his guests.
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This Yaga Minor OTC. You are cleared to dock at Ubiqtorate, Ark of Glory. The Phoenix Imperium will extend it's hospitality and aid to you in good faith. His excellency, Lord Marshal Viktor Belisarius would meet with your senior officers personally. Yaga Minor OTC out.
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Post by Gideon Raith on May 13, 2015 16:32:48 GMT -8
And so, with the acceptance of their docking request, began the end of a long journey for these brave men and women. Without a moment’s hesitation, the ion drives flared to life, pushing the small dagger finned craft forward through the emptiness of the void and into the welcoming arms of an uncertain future. A wash of artificial light bathed the vessel as it began the docking procedures. Now illuminated, when previous cloaked in shadows, the corvette’s hull was pitted and scarred by various methods of war. Some of the plates were carbon scored by small arms fire, whilst entire decks were breached by the sheer ferocity of a capital ship grade concussion missile. It was a miracle that it could even be considered space worthy. Yet, through the savage determination of sentient beings whom wanted to carry on living through another day, the corvette was able to defy the odds stacking up against her. Docking clamps jutted out of their housing and locked the starship in it’s place, followed swiftly by the lavishly crafted umbilical tunnel. Pneumatic steam hissed and warning sirens roared. It was a glorious chorus cherished by those that could hear it within the craft, they knew it meant their salvation.
For who knew how long a space worthy vessel could fly upon willpower alone.
Standing before the airlock alongside the Captain, Gideon felt uneasy. He had heard a great many things about the Phoenix Imperium during his days at the Academy, yet during his tenure to the multiple splinter factions of the Galactic Empire, he had never had the pleasure of interacting with any of their former, and current members. Perhaps, that was because they vied to remain independent from the other factions, as time and time again they proved to be nothing more than a shallow shell of their imposed images. However, as they have remained silent for some time, he could not be sure of their intentions. Have they gone into a self-sustaining exile from the galaxy at large? So many questions, and yet too few answers. Perhaps he would have a chance to speak with this Lord Marshall, instead of this being a repeat of the events that transpired at Kuat.
His mind became clear as the door slid open, revealing what lay upon the other side. The station was remarkably Imperial in an aesthetic sense. The clean and smooth lines of the obsidian paneled bulkheads. Lumen strips built into the spaces where the shimmering retaining wall had met the polished deck. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and it became even more nostalgic when a platoon of alabaster enameled warriors marched outwards from a hidden alcove. Almost instantly, as if they knew exactly why these men had been sent, the Captain and the Colonel departed their ailing vessel and entered into the care of these fine visions clad in white. Each of the visitors were relieved of their weapons, as per standard visitation protocols, and both men had done so gladly. They did not wish to incur the ire of the Man who had granted them such a benevolent boon.
Some time had past as the Stormtroopers had led their charges towards their intended destination. They were silent for the most part, but to Gideon’s trained ears, he could hear the barely audible click resonate within their unsealed helms. The platoon was speaking to one another. Either relaying their orders to ensure squad coherency, or it was idle banter between a band of brothers.He couldn’t tell, not without his own armour on hand. Whatever it was they spoke about, the Colonel assured himself that it mattered little in the end.
Suddenly halting their progress into the heart of this installation, the Captain and Gideon were shown into the office of the Lord Marshal. Within, they had found an elderly gentleman staring out at the stars, no doubt passing the time until they had arrived. Four Stormtroopers entered after the pair, taking up positions near the doorway. It was a precautionary measure, something the Colonel himself had done time and time again in the past. He kept his eyes glued to the Man he could only assume was the Lord Marshal, and refused to look behind him to see how orderly their ranks were.
It wasn’t proper protocol to address their host, without being addressed first. Thus, there they would wait until such a time came to fruition.
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Post by Dar'Toral on May 15, 2015 21:55:08 GMT -8
Viktor heard the door open and the click of stormtrooper and officer boots on the floor. He let the force flow out from himself to wash over his guests, sensing no especial spark of the force within them. He drew on his cigar, the sweet tabac taste and smell firing his senses. He turned then, the image of the high collared ordinator great coat giving way to the sight of green knight-ordinator armor, his holstered T-6 thunderer pistol and the hilt of his lightsaber. His moustachioed face with it's obvious cybernetic eye and blast scars fell upon them.
Imperial surgeons had offered many times to repair the blast scars and give him a more subtle cybernetic, but he had always refused them. When he had ascended to Lord Marshal, advisors had suggested once again that he allow the surgeons to improve his face so as to be less alarming to imperial subjects, and he refused yet again. He believed that not only did it add to his ability to intimidate those who required it, but it also showed the subjects that he asked no more of them than he had offered himself to the Imperial Truth. He examined them closely, their rank insignia marking them a colonel and a captain, and while the captain's uniform was of traditional imperial aesthetic and cut, the colonel bore additional rank insignia that Viktor could not place, and his coat seemed similar to the greatcoat of an Imperium Ordinator.
He gestured to the chairs in front of his desk, and then spoke.
"Have a seat, gentlemen. Names, Ranks, and government represented."
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Post by Gideon Raith on May 17, 2015 20:53:41 GMT -8
Standing before them, was a man of great power. Gideon knew this, not only as the man had hot read his mind, in which had left a sour taste upon his tongue, but bore the armour and gravitas of a true Imperial Commander. Such a rare trait to be seen these days, yet utterly refreshing in the wake of such a horrible travesty. From the weapons he bore upon his belt, the Colonel figured this man had been an Imperial Knight once, renamed a Knight-Ordinator under the banner of the Phoenix Imperium when the Fel Dynasty had fallen some time ago. Though, as his coat chevrons and the insignia’s borne upon his lapel, he was the Lord Marshal Viktor Belisarius. Most impressive. It was the augmetic eye that caught him by surprise when he had turned about to face them. Normally, any man would hide their bionics, as through deceiving the enemy, they gained the upper hand. However, as he reminded him of someone from the distant past, a man that put the Creed above all others, Gideon could see the merits in revealing his improvement. Intimidation, and Determination. Something that the Colonel himself sought to avoid when his own eyes were replaced so long ago.
Taking the chair when offered, and removing his cap as he had taken his seat, the Stormtrooper waited for the Captain to do the same. Even though he was no longer apart of the Empire, it was not his place to speak before those that had seniority. As the Captain had taken his own seat, and removed his officer’s cap, the man cleared his throat - clearly put off by the Lord Marshal’s obvious cybernetic eye.
“I am Captain Isond Vendar, Commanding Officer of the Ark of Glory, formerly of the Kuati Imperial First Expeditionary Fleet.”
Knowing it was now his turn to speak, Gideon too cleared his throat and spoke, his Imperial accent rolled across every syllable as it left his mouth, coating each and every word in a haughty timbre.
“I am High Colonel Gideon Raith, former Commanding Officer of the Fourth Legion Stormtroopers of the Kuati Imperial Stormtrooper Corps.”
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Post by Dar'Toral on May 18, 2015 15:05:52 GMT -8
Viktor pulled two fresh glasses from the tray on the edge of his desk and poured each of the men three fingers of Imperial whiskey, placing a glass before each of them and refilling his own, then opening a compartment on his desk and retrieving a cigar for each of them as well, with a box of matches. He sat back down and looked over the two of them. He raised his glass to them both, in a toast.
"To the Imperial Truth."
Taking a sip of his whiskey and trusting they would do the same, he drew on his cigar before speaking again.
"I am Lord Marshal Viktor Belisarius. Tell me, what brings you this far from Kuat? I am curious as well why your own government was unable to render aid to you."
He continued to let the force flow out from him, not invading their minds, but feeling for any sense of deception. He needed the measure of these men. He was always sought those with proper dedication to the cause, who truly wished to see the peace and order of the Imperium spread across the galaxy and not merely wishing to enrich their own power.
So few, and so difficult to find.
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Gideon Raith
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Post by Gideon Raith on May 19, 2015 15:43:26 GMT -8
To say that Gideon was taken aback by the hospitality shown by the Lord Marshall, would have been an understatement. He was outright shocked. After all he had done, the Colonel expected that he was to be court marshaled and locked within the brig for acting out against misguided imperial Citizens. Perhaps even placed before a firing squad. Yet, here he was. Sitting within a comfortable office, looking at a man that had shown his commitment to the ideals of the Imperium, and about to drink some of the finest smelling whiskey this side of Corellia. Was this what madness felt like? He mused.
Echoing the gestures of Captain Isond, the Colonel lifted the spun crystal glass and repeated the Lord marshal’s words. Unlike his fellow officer, Gideon’s words were flected with a vague apprehension. Knowing that the man before him was sensitive enough for the force to flow freely throughout his figure, the Stormtrooper knew that whatever dark secret he had been harbouring would eventually come forth into the light. Either by force, or peaceful inquest.
Letting the chemical warmth of the distilled amber liquid calm his nerves, the stormtrooper listened intently as the man had introduced himself, and begun his comradely interrogation. Silence hung heavy in the air after the question had been asked, and Gideon found the Lord Viktor looking for answers in his direction. He knew that the Captain’s eyes fell upon him too when that subject was broached, and that only he could give the Lord Marshal the information he sought.
Clearing his throat, Gideon began, uncertain where this road would lead.
“Other than being halfway across the Galaxy to start, our presence in the core systems wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms.” He paused for a moment to take another sip from his glass. “We were apart of the Imperial garrison on Bastion, the former Capital of the Phoenix Imperium, and were already considered a separate fiefdom within the.. Fifth or Sixth reformation of the Galactic Empire.”
Furrowing his brow and letting his gaze fall into the depths of his crystal cup, Gideon carried on, uncaring what the consequences would be if he spoken the truth.
“It seemed that we were being banished to the very fringes of the Empire for reasons unknown, however as the power of the Empire began to wane as all Empire’s do, I learned that we were sent to the Edges of the Empire for holding true to our beliefs in the enlightenment of Order and reason. The false Emperor and the pretender that followed after have done the unthinkable, and reverted the glorious Imperial vision to the barbarity of Republican thinking. They made peace with the very enemy of the Empire and sought to welcome them with open arms, hoping that purists like myself would die alone and unremembered in the darkest depths of the void.”
He sighed.
“However, considering how the recent uprising has been handled upon the soil of your former Capital, I doubt that my name will simply fade into the black. Many people were slaughtered before my men were given the order to intervene. Even then, when the order was given, things escalated quickly. If only they stayed true to the creed…”
The past was a most vicious mistress. She could never truly let go, no matter how hard you tried. Thus was Gideon afflicted, for the memories of the past rushed through his mind like an errant tempest. His hands began to shake, ever so subtly at first, yet progressively, it started to spin the remaining contents of his glass about in a circular pattern. Seeing that the man was slowly starting to slip, Isond cut in and carried on the man’s tale - knowing almost everything that had happened after the cultural revolution began.
“What he means by that, is that after the word had spread throughout the distant worlds of Kuat’s Empire, those that remained true to the ideals of the Imperium, were branded traitors of a sort. A bit ironic for a, now pro-republic Imperialists to call the loyalists, traitors, eh?” Coughing into his hand to remove any trace of the awkwardness from his system, the Captain continued. “Never the less, as we are now fugitives from our own wayward Empire, we decided to take our chances in the stars once again. Which has resulted in our battered vessel coming to rest at your door.”
Softly, and almost unheard, the Colonel whispered something into the depths of his now steadied glass.
“It’s never easy, killing your own…”
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